Cruisemaster Road Trip 2 brings an added sense to the viewing experience - you can almost smell the musky vapours of sex emanating from the bodies of these hot men. Director Keith Griffith must have had enormous experience in this always thrilling, sometimes dangerous, way of life. The concept is simple. Three scenes in different places - a picnic area off a highway in Texas, a luxury hotel in Dallas, the Ramble in New York City's Central Park. Each scene is populated by completely different types of men, all of them attractive, all of them absolute pigs. Pigs at the Picnic starts off perfectly - Tigger, a blond, late-20s clone of porn star Eric York and Michael C Hall, cruises a pick-up truck in which the studly Latino jock J. Rios is pulling his pud in the front seat. Tigger starts working his jeans-clad crotch and disappears into the woods, where Rios joins him for a wild bout of kissing, licking, grunting and groping before Tigger drops to his knees. Here he demonstrates exceptional cocksucking talent, bringing a plump prick to pure strength with loving deep-throating, as he and Rios struggle to undress each other. Meanwhile, Rios puts aside his hot rimming of Tigger and the two put on their jeans and shirts and move into the three-way to make it a quintet. All hell breaks loose here, highlighted by everyone taking turns up Pierce's wazoo. In between, Rios and David get it on with each other, as Rios bends the kid over and fucks him doggy-style while in the background Tigger and Angel have turned Pierce into their own private hammock, fucking him missionary in mid-air. Pierce serves as a receptacle of cum from all four at the end of a scene all of us have experienced, one way or another, in life or in our dreams. In Phone Sex, we go to a hotel in Dallas, where we meet naked Jim Slade, surely by now considered to be one of the fastest rising butch bottoms in the porn industry, a superbly chiseled, extremely handsome military type who seems to want only one thing in life - Big Cock. He's made phone contact with call boy (well, man) Peter Hughes, whose ego seems to be the only thing that can match the size of his cock. This encounter, based on pure sex, ends romantically, and is truly one of the most amazing depictions of this kind of sexual set-up you will ever see. The last scene features two mid-30s hunks, Enrico Vega and Brandon Williams, chasing down a slim, somewhat scraggly mid-20s pup named Travis Rocket in Central Park's Ramble area. Not being able to claim him, both older guys decide they'll go back to Travis' apartment. This is an extremely deceptive trio at first - the pale, black-haired Travis looks like he could be a senior economics student at NYU. Enrico, with his backwards baseball cap and tank-top, is the stereotypical Nuyorican stud man, and like Brandon, a studly bear of a man, looks like he has just finished a softball game in the park. They are determined to finish off Travis, but this guy has stamina - and a cock that will startle you in its length and thickness for a skinny guy like him. In fact, his cock is what makes the scene work so well - both Brandon and Enrico are so enamored with it that even when they are fucking his tight little ass, they can't get enough of this rock-hard salami. They slobber, suck, and kiss him (and each other) all over the room, turning what might have been a perfunctory fuck into one that you really wish would never end. Cast: Pierce Steele, David Crude, Jim Slade, Peter Hughes, Enrico Vega, Brandon Williams, Travis Rocket, Tigger, J. Rios, Angel
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